Dewey’s Read-a-ton + The Water is Wide by Pat Conroy

I’ve decided to take part in the Dewey’s Read-a-ton: 24 hours reading and blogging about it! It will be held of Saturday 8 October and we’ll all start and finish at the same time. Unfortunately in Brussels that’s 2pm, smack in the middle of the whole weekend. If by any chance I do manage to be 24h reading, I can’t go to bed at 2pm Sunday or else it will be hell to pay on Monday.

Anyhooo, it sounds like fun and I’m curious to try it. There’s already over 200 book bloggers signed up. I’m already happily making a mental selection of the (very thin, very easy) books I’ll read then. André says if he ever did something like that he wouldn’t be able to pick up a book for months 🙂

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This was one of the kind gifts by the ladies of the Marietta Bookcrossing Group (to which I belonged during my time in Atlanta) when I told them I loved southern lit. That was back in 2004 and it has followed me when I returned to Portugal, when I moved to The Netherlands and then later to Brussels. This book’s been around! After all this time I finished it this weekend on the Eurostar somewhere in the Channel Tunnel.

It was a great read, quick-paced and beautiful. The Southern accents just popped out of the page (Gawd!) and the generous amount of cursing and politically-incorrectness made it fresh and real.

It’s an account of Conroy’s year (1969-70) teaching on Daufuskie Island (called Yamacraw in the book), South Carolina. The island had no bridge to the main land and treacherous waters made the crossing by boat a risky business, so at that time it was almost completely isolated. The big majority of the population was black, poor and not surprisingly received a sub-standard education. As Conroy describes it:

It is not a large island, nor an important one, but it represents an era and a segment of history that is rapidly dying in America. The people of the island have changed very little since the Emancipation Proclamation. Indeed, many of them have never heard of this proclamation.

Conroy’s students are between 10 and 13 years old and early on he finds out that of the 18 children in his class, 18 did not know what country they lived in, the name of their president, or what ocean that surrounded their beach; some couldn’t read or write, recognize the alphabet, write their names, count to ten or add 2 + 2. What Conroy understood after the initial shock was that he had before him an empty slate and that normal teaching techniques did not apply.

The one great knave that I hunted was boredom, and if I caught him lurking anywhere in the room, in corners, by blackboards, behind the covers of books, or in glazed, anesthetized eyes, we went to something else quickly, shifted in midstream, danced, sang, fought, or milked rats.

He invented games, organized karaoke sessions, planted a garden, teaches them to swim, took them on field trips to his home-town and Washington, D.C., asked friends and family to come and speak to the class and generally made his students realize there’s a world beyond the shores of Yamacraw. I loved the scene when Conroy gets them interested in classical musical. His students start to recognize several tunes and they realize that contrary to popular belief, they can learn. The book has many of these touching scenes. On the road-trip to Washington, one of the students asks about the lines on the road, something we all take for granted:

To Jasper, who was accustomed to unpaved roads, they represented something strange, unexplained, and beyond his framework of experience. For the rest of the trip Barbara and I decoded road signs, billboards, and numbers painted on bridges and overpasses. Things I had not noticed for ten years now assumed great significance. I regretted that I could not be making this trip with the freshness of insight and beautiful innocence of Jasper and the others. I regretted that I was old, that I could no longer appreciate the education afforded by an American highway, and that I could not grasp the mystery of a single line painted down a road going north.

Being a story about a white progressive teacher in the South in the late 60s, this is also a portrait of the early days of integration, of the struggle between a new generation committed to change and the resistance of the old-guard, fighting to maintain the status-quo. Conroy himself admits his own journey from a casual but eager teen racist (“Those were the years when the word nigger felt good to my tongue”) to the committed liberal of his teaching days. Like him, in the book we see other people making this journey, with more or less difficulty.

The only reason this isn’t a 5/5 is because the last chapters shifted too much away from the kids and the island, into Conroy’s own battle against the established powers. He actually admits he wrote The Water is Wide to give his own account of what happened in the island and the injustices done to him. This isn’t a story of miracles and at the end of the book Conroy questions if he ever made an impact in his student’s lives. I don’t doubt for a minute he did.

I really liked how the book ended – a good last paragraph is a thing of beauty: “Of the Yamacraw children I can say little. For them I leave a single prayer: that the river is good to them in the crossing.”

This book brough back memories of my early school days, in what only many years later I realized was a very problematic neighbourhood. I don’t think what Conroy faced is dated or only due to racial segregation, but like him I do passionately believe that education is the only way towards equally – every type of equality.

6 comments

I have followed friends accounts of other read-a-thons. I really like reading what you guys have to say, and I am a great fan of spending time intensively reading, (thinking about it) and then writing about it. Particularly on holidays, or weekends. But it´s pretty incredible that you to have to do it at the same time and a pre-set time! Up to time zone probs – it seems a bit silly that time zones are not taken into account!

The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy is one of my friends favorite books of all time. I recently received a galley copy of it, and I’m hoping to read it soon… The opening prologue that I skimmed is really beautifully written and lovingly evokes South Carolina (where Tony and I vacationed on our honeymoon). Ever since moving to Nashville, I’ve definitely been more interested in reading fiction with Southern voices.

Nice you’re also joining in the read-a-thon, Alex! I have the same problem as you, it’s 2pm-2pm here in Utrecht too, so it really takes up both the Saturday and the Sunday. We’ll have to support each other.

Well, I can’t stay awake for 24 hours but we’ll see how it goes. In some read-a-thons you can read 24h within a 2day period or so, but this read-a-thon is “real-time”, that is, everyone starts at the same time. So, when you’re starting to find it difficult at hour 12, so will lots of other people. I actually think that’s good fun. But it will be a bit difficult, like when do you call it a day and go to sleep (while the others are still going on)? Or don’t you? 🙂

Sleepless Reader……Enjoyed your narrative on Pat Conroys students. I moved to Daufuskie Island ten years ago and have befriended many of his students. I have been especially close to TopCat. I am in the process of writing abook on the students and Daufuskie “Post Conroy”. It should prove to be most interesting and in many cases provocative.
LowCountry Joe
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@Teresa: Yes, I’m mostly concerned about the time as well. More than actually read for 24hours! Let’s see how it goes. I’m glad there are some people of this side of the Ocean also participating.

@Steph: Yes, The Prince of Tides is also top of my next-Conroy list. I saw the movie and know what to expect, so hopefully I would be very hard to get through.

@Lesswammes: I’m so glad you’re also joining! When I signed up I was afraid I would feel very isolated in my timezone. Let’s keep in touch throughout the event, ok?

@Joe: Thank you so much for your comment. Please let me know once you publish your book, I’d be very curious to read it and know what happened to the kids in Conroy’s class. And for what it’s worth coming from a complete strange, say hi to TopCat for me 🙂

[…] It’s been a lovely trip here. Incidentally, this is the location that inspired the book, “The Water is Wide”. It’s a little spooky to read the account of Pat’s time teaching the descendants of plantation workers abandoned on the island and growing their own community through the decades here because Pat is from my area. I can far too easily put myself into his shoes in the book. You can read a book blogger’s review here. […]